Coffee with Mom.
It is that time of the day in which I'm asking myself whether I want or need that second cup of coffee. Outside it will be brutally hot and humid this weekend, yet I'll have to go out at some point to buy a few groceries. Early morning would have been best, but it takes… Continue reading Where you’re from.
I'm writing to you from my new home in North Carolina, where my little brick house is nestled in a quiet neighborhood among the rich green foothills of the Blue Ridge mountains. My son and I live so close now, and we've seen each other several times in the last week. My former home has… Continue reading In a Southern state of mind.
Moving and shaking.
This time tomorrow I'd better have most everything packed.
Writers get no respect, I tell ya.
No, really. I'm fine.
Just back up a truck and take it all.
A time in which my body is returning to life, my house is in complete chaos, and my little yellow house is getting a makeover.
What is really next for me? What can I do to be the most happy in this next phase?